good morning, good morning.
i'm up unusually early today.
mannn i fell asleep with my hair wet yesterday.
now it looks like crap.


seems to me i gotta get used to living this way again.
but it still gets me up and excited everytime.
i'll just take it as it comes.


my pen has lost its rapture.
my hand has lost its life.
my thoughts have lost their vigour.
and my words, a widowed wife.


train set and match spied
under the blind
shiny and contoured
the railway winds
always the summers are slipping away.

perfection at 3:57 AM